Chapter 15

Chandler

As luck would have it,we were able to upgrade our last night here. As the sun set, we ate fruit and sipped wine from the floating table in the middle of the plunge pool. This was the kind of vibe and luxury I wanted to provide for Cheyanne for the entire trip, but she'd seemed to enjoy everything else our stay here had to offer, so I was pleased with that.

I couldn't take my eyes off her as she swam from one side of the pool to another. She pushed her hair out of her face, pulling in a deep breath. When her eyes landed on me, she smiled.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"You. You're beautiful."

Cheyanne swam over to me and connected her lips with mine. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight than her smiling face as the sun lowered to change places with the moon. She turned in my arms, wrapping them around her.

"This is truly one of the best views on earth."

I looked from the sky to her. "I agree." Our eyes locked briefly before she returned her gaze to the sky. "I can't wait to bring you here again."

"What makes you so sure I'll come back here with you?" she asked teasingly.

"There's no way I won't bring you back to the place you finally said yes to me."

"Thank you for being so patient with me. I promise now that you have me, I'm going to be worth it."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I know you are. That pussy is too."

Cheyanne laughed as she turned to face me. "Really, babe?"

"That was a compliment. That pussy is to die for."

"Mhm. That dick is worth living for."

Now that made me laugh. I loved the new dynamic of our relationship, but I was also glad we were able to still talk and enjoy each other's company without it feeling weird. As much as I wanted to spend every hour of the day touching every inch of her pussy and learning her body, I didn't want Cheyanne to think all I wanted on a romantic level was sex… but it was nice to hear her express her appreciation for me sexually too.

"How do you think things will be when we get home?" she asked.

"Like this. I'll be intentional about us not getting out of this stage just because we're back home and focused on work."

"Mm… I love the sound of that. I know how easy it can be to lose the spark, especially when you work with the person you're with. I don't want that to happen to us, and I don't want us to get tired of each other."

"As long as I've waited to have you in this way, I can promise you, I'll never get tired of you."

"If you keep talking like this, all we're going to do is fuck."

My hands squeezed her ass. "Nah, I ain't fucked you yet."

"No? What's that like?"

Instead of responding vocally, I picked her up and carried her to the edge of the pool. Sitting her on the concrete, I pushed her swimming suit to the side and began to feast on her pussy. It was fat, always wet, and never had a scent. Cheyanne had the kind of pussy I'd keep my face in all day. As I swirled my tongue around her clit, she released a moan and held my head in place.

"Right there, babe. Right there."

I stayed where she wanted me, licking and sucking simultaneously until she came. I licked from her ass to the hood of her clit, wrapping my hands around her thighs when she started to squirm.

"Stay still," I commanded, pulling her forward.

The muffled moan she released went straight to my dick. She looked down at me, watching me eat her, and for some reason, that was the sexiest shit I'd ever seen. There was something about pleasing her outside that made me harder than usual. The fresh air, the sound of birds, the beautiful backdrop, it all increased the euphoria that came from experiencing her in this way.

After she came on my tongue again, I told her, "Go bend that ass over that chair," as I got out of the pool.

Cheyanne did as I asked, untying her top in the process. The sight of her round ass clapping as she gripped the back of the chair had me rubbing my hands together in anticipation. I smacked it then rubbed the same area before pulling my swimming trunks and boxers down and entering her from behind. She moaned immediately, pushing back against me.

My strokes were hard, deep, and a medium pace. Wrapping my arm around her, I thumbed her clit as she bounced against me. Her nails clawed the chair as she looked back at me seductively. Every time I saw her lips and chin tremble, it was almost my undoing. Cheyanne released a sizzling breath before pressing her hand into my thigh, but I pushed it away.

"Move that fucking hand and take this dick."

I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to deepen the arch in her back as she whimpered and moaned, "Yes, babe."

For a while, I had to tune her out to keep from cumming so fast. Between how good she felt wrapped around me, how good she sounded, and how good her jiggling ass and leaking pussy looked, I was fighting for my life to stay in control.

"I'm about to squirt," she warned me, lowering herself into the seat.

And that was exactly what she did.

"Ooh, you a creamer and a squirter. We're going to have a lot of fun."

I pulled out quickly, not ready to cum just yet. When she was done squirting, I picked her up, sat down, and put her on my lap. Cheyanne slid down on me and rode me fast and hard, standing on nothing but her toes in the chair. The cocky smile she gave me let me know what I was in for, so I relaxed in the seat and let her take complete control.